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THE 



SAILOR's BIOGRAPHY. 



AND 



SATAN's MISCELLANY. 



O R, 



POEMS 



COMPOSED R7 

Captain ANDERSON and CHARLES WESLEY, 



Published together bt 
LORENZO DOW, 

1807. 



THE 

/SAILOR'S BIOGRAPHY. 

BOOK I. 

YE Mufes fmile upon a Britilri Tar, 
Plain truth his only plea, his leading flar z 
He deigns to court you limply, without art, 
And offers a rough hand with all his heart. 

When homeward bound we crofs the raging feas^ 
With a fair wind, a fine and pleafant breeze > 
Below the horizon, as on we fleer, 
We fee the lefs'ning mountains difappear 5 
The gale increafes, foaming billows rife, 
The feud flies fwift acrofs the low'ring Ikies ^ 
Altho* we trembling ftand at ev'ry blaft, 
High feas arife, yet glad to move fo faft : 
For, as the gale increafes more and more, 
It wafts us quicker to our native ihore : 
This cheers us in the dark and ftormy night, 
When neither moon nor ftars do give us light $ 
Then in our minds pleafing reflections rife, 
And thought of friends their abfence oft fupplies j 
A failor thinks on home when blowing hard. 
When reefing topfails out upon the yard 5 
His hands benumb'd, his feet both wet and cold, 
The Ihip fhe rolls, he fcarce can keep his hold .; 
He thinks on her he loves 'bove worldly pelf, 
And feels for her as much as for himfelf ; 
His loving wife the kindnefs (lie has fhewn, 
Thinks on her woes, but fmiles upon his own ; 
When the fhip's leaky, or near a lee fhore, 
He works the pump, exerts himfelf the more ; 
When overboard, this ftirs him up to fwim, 
When he reflects what ihe muft feel for bias 



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You who have friends that plough the raging main^. 
Be kind to them when they come home again -> 
Difdain them not when they come poor and low. 
This is a fact which many people know,— 
Oft in a common failor's heart and mind, 
Dwell fecial virtues of no common kind ; 
Sometimes by friends or fortune caft afloat, 
They are content when fcarcely worth a groat : 
Yet fcorn by mean fervility to pleafe, 
Or rife by fleps fo fcandalous as thefe : 
Low in the world, ftill they defpife its arts, 
Tho' nothing elfe be left but honeft hearts. 
They live content, beneath the world's regard, 
And bear with eafe what feems to landfmen hard- 

Tho' I but little education had, 
The mufes often charm'd me when a lad : 
Brought up a fhepherd, tho' a farmer's fon ; 
My clothing then it moftly was home-fpun j 
My ftockings did my mother's tafte difplay, 
Black and white wool fhe mixt to make them grey - 9 
My fhirt of hemp fo coarfe, now, I am clear, 
Many, tho' poor, would be afham'd to wear : 
But then the richeft woman in the town, 
Would go to church in linfey-wolfey gown. 
They did not bear the ruftic name in vain, 
Unpolifh'd nature had her ample reign : 
But hardy, healthy, clean, and neat, and fprucej 
Content to live upon their home produce. 
On Yorkshire Wolds we moflly barley eat, 
For then they grew but very little wheat ; 
We liv'd on barley bread and barley pies, 
And oats and peas the want of wheat fupplies :. 
Bred on coarfe fare, this has done me no harm, 
My clothes were good enough to keep me warm. 

I thought this hard when fore'd to go away, 
And leave the hills where I oft us'd to play ; 
Drove out from thence, my father's farm was fold 5 
We Lutton left whe» I was nine years old ; 



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This feem'd a crofs, not rightly underftood, 
But afterwards we faw it work for good. 
Tho' it was but eight miles we then remov'd, 
To Kilham ; a far better place it prov'd *, 
There all inclos'd, the difference fhew'd us plain, 
As from the wildernefs into Canaan : 
There I got fine clothes and better meat, 
We ate no barley there, but liv'd on wheat. 

To fee my friends, to Lutton oft I went, 
Together many pleafant hours we fpent j 
My aunt and uncle Lovel liv'd there frill ; 
At Helperthorp my uncles Dick and Will 5 
At Weaverthorp relations did not fail, 
For there my uncles George and Tom fold ale & 
My uncle John there kept a blackfmith's fhop $ 
And at my grandmother's I us'd to flop j 
And our relations there did all refort, 
At Candlemas they met at Weatrop fport. 
My uncles I could reckon up eighteen, 
And fifty coufins, where I've welcome been j 
How pleas'd was I fo many friends to fee, 
This always was a feaft. indeed to me : 
Diftant relations, far as we could ken, 
Both rich and poor, they all were welcome then ± 
And freely all on uncle John did call, 
If he had room he entertain'd them all. 
I always faw this town again with joy, 
For there I went to fchool when but a boy 3 
Then no ambitious views my mind did fill, 
Thofe times I think upon with pleafure ftill. 

I little thought that I fhould plow the deep, 
When in Broachdale I kept my father's fheep ; 
There T a fhepherd's hut and garden had ; 
There my ambition center'd when a lad : 
With dog, and bag, and bottle by my fide, 
A fhepherd's frock was then my utmost pride % 
I knew no care but for my father's flock 5 
Oft watchful ey'd my fhadcjw for a clock ; 
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As round my fheep did feed, and lambs did play, 

With pieafure then I fpent the fummer's day* 

This my diversion — fitting on the ground, 

Viewing the different infedts creep around j 

The grafshopper and butterfly to fee, 

The bufy ant and the induftrious bee : 

Obferv'd the fpider bufy catching flies, 

And liften'd when I faw the fky lark rife : 

There blooming trees in large plantations grow, 

And fields of corn a pleafing profpedt fhow ; 

The fwarth with daifies, whins with blofToms crown' d-> 

J uft like a flow'ry carpet fpread around. 

Oft balking in the fun I took a nod, 

The ground my bed, my head upon a fod * 

My faithful dog he did not go to fleep, 

But kept a watch both over me and fheep. 

We wifdom may from fimple nature gain, 

Tho' thefe are little things which I explain ; 

I feel fuperior to the critic's fneer j 

And while I fpeak the truth I have no fear. 

What pity fill'd my heart, o'erflowM my eye — ■ 
My father doom'd my fav'rite lamb to die : 
Commanded me to lift the fatal knife, 
But I refus'd ; I could not take its life. 
When young, a pet, I fed it on my knee, 
And when grown up it often followed me. 
When I came home, oft met me at the ftyle, 
And as I pafs'd, play'd round me all the while > 
So fond it lay all night at the back gate, 
Ready to welcome me, early or late : 
But I could not prevent the cruel deed, 
I wept to fee this harmlefs creature bleed ; 
My father fmil'd, and laid, For fhame, to cry, 
At harveft home the fatteft lamb muft die. 
This dying lamb I could not bear to fee — 
Puts me in mind of Him that dy'd for me. 
I thought this hard, but this was not the worn 1 , 
Tor foon my pleafing profpe&s all were crofs'd 5. 



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When fourteen fheep all died in one week 5 

My hopes were blafted, I'd a trade to feek j 

My parents faid I fhould tend fheep no more^ 

They never fo unlucky were before. 

But ftill a fhepherd's life I moil admir'd ; 

I went to hirings, but could not get hir'd | 

Without my father's leave I try'd in vain y 

I muft come home to hufbandry again. 

My father faid, Now why fhould you defpair I 

I'll let you go to market and to fair ; 

On a good horfe, a hunting you fhall go, 

And when you money want, then let me knom. 

Tho' to all thefe, and many feafts I went, 

I danc'd and fung, but yet was not content, 

A younger brother had left off the plough, 

And he was learning navigation too : 

As he was better temper'd far than me, 

My mother faid I ought to go to fea. 

One night in anger Henry let me know, 

It was on my account that he muil go *, 

When you were fhepherd, all things pleafant went*, 

But now that you have got the management, 

My home it is no pleafure to me now, 

Thi^is the caufe* I can't fubmit to you. 

I could not reft, this thought frill follow'd me, 

If he got drown'd, I fhould unhappy be : 

I ftay'd three days, at nights I could not fleep, 

So I was forc'd to go and plough the deep. 

I've been a fhepherd liace I crofs'd the main, 
And many fine wool'd fheep brought home from Spain 
Some of them were for men of higheit ranks, 
Both for the king, and for Sir Jofeph Banks : 
All means they try to mend the Englim ftock 5 
I fent fome home amongft my father's flock. 

From all my fond connections doom'd to part, 
To leave them then it almoft broke my heart. 
On Wandle Hill I view'd the diftant deep, 
Look'd back and wept, and ftopp'd again to weej>» 



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The port of Scarbro' is well known to me, 
That was the place where I firft went to fea % 
Jacket and trowfers there I firft put on, 
And all that favv me laugh'd at country John : 
There to a friend 1 gave my country coat, 
Took up my bed, and went into the boat :- 

how I trembled when I left the fhore, 

1 never had been in a boat before ; 

The waves fo high and dreadful did appear, 

The fea broke in and put me in much fear f 

But this reflection made my courage rife, 

And to all dangers then I fhut my eyes, 

There is a God at fea as well as land 

And I dare truft myfelf into his hand ; 

He knows my motive, and the way I take^ 

My life I venture for my brother's fake ; 

And by my going this did him prevent, 

He ftaid on fhore, to fea he never went. 

The boat was frnall, they bade me lay me down 5 

t heard them fay that we fhould all be drown'd ■■: 

f thought my troubles foon would ail be done, 

But fince I found that they were juft begun : 

I could not fwim, fo I had little hope ; 

At length we reach'd the fhip, they threw a rope. 

Sick and half drown'd, they haul'd me up the fides 

The fhip fhe had beat out to fea that tide. 

When firft. I heard them cry out, Topf ail haul r 
I thought the mafts upon my head would fall : 
Though fick and faint, fome pleafure I did find, 
When we began to fail before the wind ; 
It fell lefs wind, more fmooth along the fhore, 
My fears were fled, my ficknefs foon was o'er % 
A pleafant breeze, and a fine moonlight night, 
Then I began to whittle with delight ; 
The mate he heard, and foon eall'd out to me* 
You muft not whiftle when you are at fea 5 
Remember now you are not tending fheep, 
We only whiftle when the wind's afleep. 



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The Portuguefe juft as much wifdom {how, 

When calm, they cry, Blow, St. Anthony, blow.. 

Much fuperftition I have feen fince then, 

And filly cuftoms amongfl difPrent men. 

The men look'd out before, the mate abaft, 

At eight o'clock he call'd, All hands come aft. 

Then they divided us with quick difpatch, 

Call'd one The larboard, one The ftarboard watch % 

It prov'd my turn in the firft watch below, 

I did go down, to fleep I could not go. 

Difturb'd by foaming waves and whirling wine, 

And thinking on the joys I left behind ; 

Rock'd in my hammock as fhe rolling goes, 

Juft before twelve I fell into a doze ; 

Alarm'd when T had nearly fall'n afleep, 

I dream'd that I was linking in the deep ; 

Lord fave, I cry'd, I am not fit to die — 

Juft then I heard a dreadful midnight cry \ 

They ftamp'd on deck, which made all ring below^ 

And one cry'd out aloud, Starboard watch 3 hoa I 

Alarm'd and terrify'd, it made me jump, 

This awful noife did found like the laft trump 5 

My guilty confeience magnify'd the found, 

I wak'd rejoicing that I was not drown'd. 

Since then how many dangers I've gone through ! 

I well may wonder I've efcap'd till now ; 

The wind ftill fair, a fine and pleafant night, 

We made a light a-head, 'twas Tynemouth light | 

Then we hove too, off Suter Point we lay, 

And waited tide until the break of day ; 

The morn arofe, and fmoaky Shields appear'd, 

All hands made fail, and for the bar we fteer'd. 

New fcenes arofe as day-light fpread abroad, 

A boat came off, the pilot came on board 5 

Pull off your jackets, boys, now bear a hand, 

Let foine good failors by the braces ftand. 

Then he came forward, faid to me with fcorn, 

This country hobuck, where has he been born <? 



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The girls on fhore, in their Newcaftle brogue, 
They call'd me Country Lumper, Yorkfhire Rogue $ 
When I was look'd upon with fuch difdain, 
I wifh'd I had been tending fheep again. 

Reluctant, from each fond connection torn, 
What hardships on the ocean I have borne ; 
Tho' oft fevere, yet they quite light did prove> . 
To what I fuffer'd from th' effects of love. 
This tender paffion foon an object finds, 
And clofe united by congenial minds. - 
But ah ! before the iacred knot was ty'd, 
Death came and fnatch'd away my promis'd bride. 
When bound to fea, then home with her I went, 
In love and innocence the night we fpent ; 
X talk'd of my return, the joys how fweet, 
She wept, and faid — we never more fhould meet I 
Altho' our parents both of us did blame, * 
We could not part before the morning came j 
I call'd next day to bid a laft adieu, 
And of her charms to take another view •, 
Her looks fhew'd kind affection, love fmcerei 
I turn'd away to hide the falling tear. 
We focial pleafures muft no longer fhare, 
Doom'd to the fea, the fhi'p muft be my care | . 
To plough the deep$ where waves do rage and foan\* 
Far from my friends, my family and home. 
Next news I heard from home when far remote, 
And by my brother Henry it was wrote ; 
Informing me our family were well, 
But of her death he feem'd quite loth to tell. 
At laft> — -Dear brother, now prepare your mind* 
For reading that which ftill is left behind •, 
When you left home we thought it was not rights 
We blam'd you much for Hopping out all night j 
It feem'd unkind from us to run away, 
That the laft night at home you would not ftay ; 
Mifs Blanchard ihe more pleafing was to you ; 
|lar beauty captivating I allow 5 



None had objections to her for your wife, 
Her health and ftrength were promifing long life % 
All fhew'd a profpect fair of worldly blifs, 
But now, alas ! how foon 'tis come to this ; 
'This night a corpfe ; no more her voice is heard. 
To-morrow fhe muft lie in the church yard ; 
Where are the joys her beauty could afford I 
Dear brother, now prepare to meet thy God I 

For many years I far abroad did roam, 
Still I remember'd her when I came home ; 
This all the fatisfaction I could have, 
To drop a iilent tear upon her grave. 

how the Lord has hedg'd about my way, 
And often robb'd my paflions of their prey ; 
In love withheld my ev'ry fond delight, 
And kindly ftarv'd my grov'ling appetite : 
3May all my -life fhew forth his love and praife, 
For all the mercies of my lengthen'd days. 

I wa# preferv'd upon the raging main, 
In the Weft Indies from a hurricane : 

1 faw the goodnefs of the Lord moft clear, 
When in the Juno we difmafted were ; 

The fhip a wreck, but ftill fhe did not fink ; 

At fhort allowance both of meat and drink : 

When toft about for thirteen weeks or more, 

At laft we all but one got fafe on fhore. 

Again preferv'd, I faw the hand divine, 

Isi the October gale, in eighty-nine ; 

More than a thoufand men were loft that day. 

When in the Friendihip I was caft away : 

A paffenger from London I came down ; 

In Yarmouth Roads we lay ; to Hull were bound ; 

Of this large fleet, three hundred fhips or more, 

One -hundred fail were loft or drove on fhore. 

The night was moonlight, weather very fine, 

Our women pafTengers were eight or nine, 

They fung us fongs in which we took delight ; 

Some play'd at cards till twelve o'clock at night ? 



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And when I went to bed, long mufmg lay, 

Thinking how to divert them the next day : 

Hearing a noife before the ftorm came on, 

I wak'd, and all my pleafing dreams were gone : 

In vain I try, for language it muff, fail, 

To give an account of this deftructive gale. 

At night 'twas calm, quite fmooth, and {till the main* 

The morning ufhers in a hurricane ; 

At four o'clock this dreadful ftorm did rife, 

An awful darknefs veils the lofty Ikies •, 

The waves were foaming, loud the billows roar, 

And dafh tremendous on the trembling fhore. 

All hands were call'd, quick on the deck they run, 

We fcrrce could mufter ere the gale begun : 

Then all employ'd, each to their ftation go, 

Mofl up aloft, but fome muft ftay below : 

Our captain drunk, he fwore and raged hard, 

Cry'd, bear a hand upon the topfail-yard : 

To hand main-topfail then we made a fhift, 

But found, when we came down, the fhip adrift ; 

When veering out, too rafh the captain fpoke, 

To bring her up, and then the cable broke : 

Altho' we let another anchor go, 

We drove on board another fhip we faw, 

Which (truck our quarter, ftove in all abaft, 

Likewife companion, broke main boom and gaft. 

How to get clear, it all our art defies — 

We heard the women's dreadful fhrieks and cries ! 

We hail'd the other fhip, they could not hear, 

Their captain try'd to get his veffel clear : 

He veer'd out cable, this was death to him, 

It tore him round the windlafs limb from limb : 

what confufion, terror, and difmay : 

Then we got clear, and fheer'd the other way : 
Our anchor held, and we brought up again, 
But 'twas not long that there we could remain. 

1 went below, the palTengers to cheer, 

And juft had told them that they need not fear % 



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I heard them cry on deck, Now fave us, Lord, 
Another fhip is coming ftraight on board : 
I flatted up, two women held me fail, 
By ufing force I got away at laft : 
Their frantic looks fhew'd terror and difmay ; 
But looking round, I faw two children play j 
The oldeft, as he roll'd from fide to fide, 
Cry'd, Mother, look how finely here I ride ; 
They feem'd to wonder what we had to fear, 
The youngeft cry'd aloud, Mamma, look here : 
By tender looks, diftinguifh'd from the reft, 
She clafp'd the fmiling infant to her breafl ; 
And as the mother gave the child a kifs, 
The baby lifp'd, Mamma, what noife is this ? 
I thought I fhould not fear the raging feas, 
If I was but as innocent as thefe. 
I heard a woman calling out to me, . 
I turn'd, and faw the bible on her knee 5 
Her looks then fhew'd that fhe was quite refign'd. 
But other fouls fhe bore upon her mind ; 
Warn them on deck, fhe faid, to be prepar'd, 
And pray to God that we may all be fpar'd. 
Then all flood waiting our impending fate, 
"We cut the cable, but it prov'd too late j 
Againft our bow fhe came with fuch a fweep, 
Ship and all hands, they funk into the deep. 
Whilft I ran forward to get our fhip wore, 
Abaft they had agreed to run on fhore ; 
Afraid of that becaufe I could not fwim — 
The captain drunk, in vain we call'd on him. 
I took the helm, and kept her off the fliore, 
For there I thought the danger it was more. 
We feem'd each moment ftiil on ruin's brink, 
They all fuppofed that flie foon muft fink ; 
Some went to prayer and on their knees did fall. 
And fome cry'd out that I fhould drown them all * 
One hove the lead, the mate look'd out before, 
We kept her in three fathoms near the iliore ; 
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Seas breaking o'er us, dark we could not fee, 

Of other fhips we ran on board of three ; 

It feem'd a miracle that we got clear, 

We kept afloat till day-light did appear ; 

I thought, while thoufands view'd us from the more, 

"Were I fafe there, I'd go to fea no more ; 

I promis'd then, If God would fpare my life, 

To quit my fins, and lead a better life ; 

If fav'd, that I would give to God the praife, 

And ferve him truly all my lengthen'd days. 

But how ungrateful I have been iince then, 

In that refpedt, I've been the worft of men. 

The men cry'd out a-head, they faw a wreck, 

Five men were floating on a quarter deck, 

Driving before the wind, the fea and tide, 

Thus toft about, fometimes the fea did hide ; 

Their ftation dreadful, thund'ring billows roar, 

And what a diftance from the long'd for fhore ; 

No refuge but in God ; unlefs he pleafe, 

They mult, be loft amidft the raging feas. 

As o'er the Stamford we our courfe did freer, 

O what a dreadful fcene did there appear ; 

So many wrecks that clear we could not keep ; 

All round us failors finking in the deep. 

We faw on the Homeheads a veflel lie, 

The crew wafh'd from the rigging, fink and die. 

On LoweftofTe Point, beheld a floop on fhore, 

Fell off and fill'd, we faw the crew no more. 

Another wreck we faw in the South Road, 

They cry'd for help, but none could get on board : 

None could aiUft thern, as no boat could live, 

God only then effectual aid could give. 

Friends weep for him who on a death-bed lies, 

They cannot fave his life, he faints and dies. 

Juft fo with them, men view them from the fhore, 

And their hard fate they pity and deplore. 

After we had got out through all theie wrecks, 

Then we began to try to flop the leaks : 



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No gaff, or boom, or anchors then we had, 
And ftill we thought indeed our cafe was bad. 
Before the wind we fail'd along the fhore, 
The leaks began to gain upon us more : 
The ffiip a wreck, no harbour could we reach, 
So all agreed to run her on the beach. 
As near to Harwich, then we did advance, 
Under Red Cliff, we thought it the beft chance •, 
We haul'd her in clofe up the Piefand, 
The fea more fmooth beneath this point of land ; 
The tide it was then quarter ebb or more •, 
To fave our lives, we ran the fhip on fhore : 
On the ebb tide fhe heavy feas did ftand, 
fcut at low water we got fafe to land. 
VBie women almoft dead while on the main, 
"On fhore, they all but one reviv'd again. 

Can I forget unto my lateft breath, 
How narrowly I then efcap'd from death ; 
When hundreds round me met a wat'ry grave, 

what a grateful heart I oueht to have ! 
When looking on the corpfes that wafh'd on fliore, 

1 promis'd to offend my God no more : 

But while I mixt with pleafure-taking crowds, 
My goodnefs it was like the morning clouds. 



BOOK II. 

WHEN fafe on fhore, I purpos'd there to keep 3 
Determin'd never more to plough the deep, 
To live retir'd, I then a fcheme had plann'd, 
And fettled quiet down in Weftmoreland : 
There fafe from bufy' crowds, and war's alarms, 
Where the pure country fpreads unclouded charms : 
The fertile plains, the lakes, the hills, the trees, 
The fancy ftrike, the eye with rapture fees : 
Struck with furprife, when firffc thofe fcenes I faw, 
It feem'd juft like a paradife below. 



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Looking around with admiration flill, 

1 faw a cloud juft climbing up the hill : 

The fcene foon changes as I upward look, 

The tops of hills are all {een wrapt in fmoke ; 

As I went up along the mountain fide, 

There a romantic profpec~t open'd wide : 

But when I came upon the top fo high, 

There I feem'd plac'd between the clouds and Iky & 

The mift had drawn a veil o'er herds and flocks, 

And nothing could be feen but tops of rocks : 

I feem'd, like Noah, efcap'd from the deluge, 

The ark on fuch a mountain took refuge ; 

This fomething like that awful fcene did fhow, 

When he look'd down upon the world below : ^ 

My mind was lifted up, and like the dove, 

1 could find nought to reft on, but above. 

A rainbow fhew'd, as it began to clear j 

A deep abyfs the vale did then appear : 

But when the fun broke out upon the plain 5 

Then it feem'd like a Paradife again. 

As I fat there upon the mountain's brow, 

And view'd the dales that lay fo far below,. 

The awful precipices made me fear 

Of haftily approaching them too near : 

Their form in many places is fo fteep, 

A man would be in danger tho' he creep. 

The diftant mountains rife prodigious high, 

Their pointed tops they feem to touch the iky % 

Thefe mountain tops are ftrew'd with ragged rocks, 

With here and there fome heath and fcatter'd flocks % 

A few fmall fheep of an inferior kind, 

Not bound by lordihips, or in fields confin'd j 

Nature we fee is never at a lofs, 

For here the very ftones are fpread with mofs ; 

As on thefe hills the cultivating hand, 

Has done but little to improve the land ; 

And here the mountains much the fame appears. 

As we prefume, for many hun dred years , 



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And on their furface little more is found 
Except moor-fowls, and other game abound * 
Their produce flate, and peat for fuel made, 
For which but little more than labour's paid. 
But in the dales altho' fo deep they run, 
As fometimes nearly to exclude the fun ; 
Yet fertile fields, both corn and pafture fair, 
We fee abound in many places there. 
In thefe grotefque recefTes men refide, 
As far from cities as their wealth and pride , • 
In language, manners, houfes, diet, drefs. 
Originality they all pofTefs ; 
Amongft them true fimplicity we find, 
To ftrangers always courteous and kind : 
Of late they learn refinement with fuch fpeed, 
Some learn to dance before they learn to read. 
Pleafing fociety I foon did find, 
And this romantic country charm'd my mind ; 
Tho' poor, yet I enjoy 'd content and health, 
Carelefs of honour, grandeur, fame, or wealth. - 
But Providence did loon my plan defeat, 
A fummons brought me out from this retreat -5 
Hurry'd to London from thofe filent bow'rs, 
By the mail coach, in eight and forty hours, 
A witnefs on a trial to attend ; 
To all my former fchemes this put an end. 
A fhip I had been mate of brought me forth, 
Being infur'd for more than fhe was worth ; 
The captain wifh'd to run the fhip on fhore j 
This he attempted feveral times before ; 
When none of us would to his terms agree, 
The Rudder he unfhipp'd in the Eaft Sea. 
When we all faw the fcheme that he had plann'd^ 
The crew arofe, and gave me the command. 
Seeing the danger, all were fore afraid, 
But we a temporary rudder made. 
? Twas in November, near Bontholm we lay, 
Long flormy nights, and fhort the winter's days 
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Tho' toft about with the ftrorig furious blaft, 
To Copenhagen we got fafe at laft ; 
There the long winter eighty-eight we lay, 
And were froze up until the third of May. 
Tho' far from home, the winter cold fevere, 
Yet glad to find a friendly fhelter there. 

When I before lord Kenyon trembling flood, 
Could I expecl: that it would work for good ? 
My friends, my character were all at ftake, 
I facrifk'd them all, for confcience fake ; 
And prov'd this true, — tho' they are falfely blanVd* 
Who fpeak the truth, need never be afham'd. 
Counfellor Erfkine faid to me, take care, 
You in the prefence of his lordfhip are. 
I faid, I ftand before the Lord I know, 
My caufe is good, I fear no lord below ; 
Nor do I fear this day the truth to prove, 
Both in the fight of men, and God above. 
This was a caufe that had before been try'd, 
But three falfe witnefTes the truth did hide ; 
Altho' they all again the fame did fwear, 
By what I faid, the truth did plain appear ; 
And I was then promoted on that ground, 
They thought an honeft Yorkihire-man was found ; 
And, by the underwriters, matter made, 
Of the Jemima, in the Lifbon trade. 
This profpect, both of pleafure and much gain, 
It tempted me to go to fea again. 
From low degree, this trial did me call, 
From threfhing in a barn at Hornby Hall. 
I faw the hand of God that did me' raife, 
But then I did not give to God the praife ; 
Profperity did fuch a charm afford, 
That I foon turn'd away from ferving God. 
A brother call'd upon me twice or thrice, 
Reprov'd me freely, gave me good advice - y 
« Tho' captain now, and worth a little pelf, 
I know you ftill, but you forget yourfelf -, 



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I knew you once with weather-beaten hair, 

The fhepherds at your powder d head would ftare - t 

At home plain Edward, then we did you call ; 

Don't be too proud, your pride may have a fall." 

His words prove! true, they were not fpoke in vain, 

Plain Edward he has heard me call'd again. 

What tho* profperity fome pleafure brings, 

Yet how uncertain are all earthly things ; 

This truth to me hath oft been clearly {hewn j 

Once when I had a veflel of my own, 

Coming from Lifbon laden with fruit and wine^ 

Our paifage fhort, the weather very fine ; 

Palling the Cape, acrofs the bay to fleer, 

There we fell in with a French privateer : 

Old captain Vining then with us had fail'd, 

And to keep company we had not fail'd ; 

As they at day-light did with glaffes look, 

Suppos'd that he was Englifh by the fmoke ; 

They pafs'd by us, and ftraight for him they flood, 

For he was burning coals, but we burnt wood. 

They next pull'd too a Swede, 'twas calm all day 3 

At night it came a breeze, we got away ; 

The packet ta'en by which my letters went, 

Which fav'd infurance then eighteen per cent. 

This news amongft the merchants welcome founds^ 

Jemima — Anderfon's fafe in the Downs. 

When through the Narrows we had made our way^ 

And beating up upon the Flats that day ; 

To gain the Nore that tide we did our beft r 

But it came a hard gale at W;ft North Weft. 

I thought none happier than myfelf that day, 

A blaft of wind foon blew it all away ; 

Thinking next day I fhould my fweethear.t fee, 

Amongft my friends, how welcome I fhould be | 

The gale came on fo fudden and {o hot, 

Sweetheart and friends, they foon were all forgot, 

Be quick, haul up the main-fail in the brails, 

Run down the jib, clue up top-gallant- fails, 



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The fudden fquall it laid her down fo low, 
To bring her up, we let the anchor go *, 
When no abatement of the gale we found, 
And at low water we fhould be aground ; 
Night coming on, the danger there to fhun, 
We cut the cable, through the narrows run, 
And anchor'd in the Gore, the buoy is white*, 
But parted from our cable in the night. 
Adrift, no anchors, what was beft to do, 
A cadge and hawfer then we did let go ; 
When we had drifted far, and near the fhore, 
It caught a rock, and brought us up once more % 
Altho' the fea was high, the ground not clear, 
Yet it held faft till day-light did appear. 
Juft to the weft of Margate then we were, 
A boat came off, and run us fafe in there ; 
They ventured off, altho' it blew fo hard, 
And got a hundred pounds for their reward* 
Tho' death appear'd that night on ev'ry fide, 
A harbour fafe the Lord did there provide. 

Preferv'd again, I did his goodnefs fee, 
On Chriftmas eve, the year of ninety-three. 
When riding in Torbay, the wind at weft, 
But it came on a gale at eaft-north-eaft ; 
Tho' fome their cables cut, their fails did fpread, 
Yet many could not weather Berry Head. 
We dropp'd both anchors, we could do no more, 
But drove amongft the breakers near the fhore $ 
Altho' fo near the rocks we rode lefs ftrain, 
There the back water brought us off again ; 
Juft before dark, two fhips on fhore were caft, 
And five or fix we faw without a maft. 
All round us flying fignals of diftrefs, 
Night coming on, the gale did much increafe ; 
The wind we heard it whiftling ; n the blocks, 
And the high furges beating gainft the rocks. 
Nothing but death appear'd before our eyes, 
A fliip drove paft, we heard their dreadful cries $ 



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On rocks to pieces dafh'd, an awful fight, 

Soon all was cover'd by the veil of night. 

While men on more their Chriftmas gambols play* 

We flood expecting to be caft away ; 

Nor mind the wet and cold, tho' 'twas fevere, 

We only thought upon the rocks fo near. 

The wind came iuddenly about once more, 

To the north-eaft, and that was off the fhore ; 

In our behalf, when we were moft afraid, 

We faw the goodnefs of the Lord difplay'd. 

We tafte the fweets of pleaiure after pain, 

Joy warm'd my heart, like funfhine after rairfc 

Preferv'd again, it was the will of Heaven, 
From finking, in the year of ninety-feven. 
To Lifbon bound, our convoy the Sea Horfe j 
In a hard gale we all the fleet did lofe ; 
Left in diftrefs, when we were half feas o'er, 
Could I expect to fee my native fhore ? 
The leak ftill gaining, boats waih d off the deck., 
We threw fome cargo out to flop the leak 5 
Still it pour'd in — the boats gone over board, 
And nothing left to truft in but the Lord *, 
We cry'd to him who then beheld our grief, 
And foon he fent a fhip to our relief. 
Dangers alarm the carelefs and fecure, 
To make their calling and election fure ; 
For harden'd finners, if they never turn, 
Muft in the wrath of God for ever burn j 
It may be needful to maintain his caufe, 
'Gainft harden d rebels wdio defpife his laws \ 
By awful judgments, when great numbers die, 
It is th.it others may be warn'd thereby ; 
And fooietimes vengeance on men's heads is hurl'd. 
To awe a thoughtlefs, bold, offending world : 
May feamen learn from fhipwreck, winds and ilornis 
To fear that God who all his will performs \ 
That Godj whofe providence marks all our ways, 
And at a glance furveys our future days, 



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The beft concerted fchems that men have plann'd, 
Prove vain, if not fupported by his hand. 

Tho* unto Lifbon I had often run, 1 
"Without a convoy, lince the war begun ; 
When I with convoy 'mongft the fleet did fleer, 
Then I was taken by a privateer, 
Which in difguife furpriz'd us in the night, 
And before day-light run us out of light •, 
And other three into their hands did fall : 
Our convoy was the Argo, captain Hall. 
^Vhen ta'en again, tho' fore againft. my will, 
Then I was forc'd to fign a ranfom bill ; 
Tofave myfelf and crew from being drown'd, 
Incur'd a penalty of five hundred pound. 
They had agreed our fhip fhouid be reflor'd, 
And had put all their prifoners on board j 
Then it fell calm while they did us detain, 
And they came back to plunder us again ; 
The wine and die-wood which was flow'd below, 
Were taking out, then meant to let us go j 
Left without boat or ballaft. we muft be, 
Except I would unto their terms agree ; 
And this had put our people in fuch fear. 
That two had enter'd in the privateer. 
I faw the crime, but looking at the caufe, 
My feelings ftronger were than human laws ^ 
Then they left us a boat, our lives to fave, 
For ballaft, empty water calks they gave. 
One then on board, a witneis to this fcene, 
Was captain Williamfon, of Aberdeen *, 
When to the Adm'ralty I did apply, 
Then they advis'd a counfellor to try ; 
When I confulted with Sir William Scott, 
He could give no relief — pity'd my lot 5 
My cafe was hard, but law is fo exact, 
He could find no exception in the act. 
*« Thofe troubles oft are fent to make us wife, 
«« Afflictions oft are bleffings in difguife 5 



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c * And pain we fee in pity oft is fent -, 

" Oft we're chaftis'd to bring us to repent." 

Then I left all my friends, and native fhore? 

Fully determin'd to return no more ; 

In foreign parts I purpos'd to remain, 

But was againft my will brought back 2gain -, 

And by an Englifh man of war was met, 

When to America I thought to get. 

To country work again I did retire, 

And I was picking hops in Herefordfhire ; 

This pleas'd my mind, my appetite did fuit, 

For I got plenty both of milk and fruit ; 

And pulling fruit and nuts was my employ, 

Till I met with a chimney-fweeper's boy j 

He told a tale, and I believ'd it true, 

He fhew'd the marks of beating, black and blue, 

His parents had been dead for fev ral years, 

And he was left to parifh overfeers, 

Who bound him 'prentice to a chimney-fweep, 

But I perfuaded him to plough the deep : 

There feem'd no other way to gain relief ; 

He had no friends — he fcarce durft tell his grief ! 

Unenvy'd, be that cold unfeeling bread, 

That cannot fympathize with the diflrefs'd 5 

How often I try'd, my heart to fteel, 

But I am happy yet that I can feel : 

In taking part with him, no crime I faw, 

But yet 1 fear'd it would not ftand the law : 

His mailer got the note that I had fent, 

And with it to a country jufYice went, 

Who fummon'd me before him the next day ; 

Inftead of going there, I went away ; 

My conference told me I was not to blame, 

But I gave way to fear of man and fhame. 

And then again I on the water went, 

And in the Severn Trows fome time I fpent 5 

At night oft ty'd our vefTel to the trees, 

'T was fmoother failing far, than on the feas ; 



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And there I work'd in winter, making fails ; 
In fpring, I went to peeling bark in "Wales •, 
I earn'd my living there by fkinning trees, 
And thought to go no more acrofs the feas. 
But there again my troubles did begin, 

Warrant was granted by Sir W n W — n — 

Informed that I had been a Britifh tar, 
I muft be fent on board a man of war. 
Tho' I was prefs'd, the Lord did me releafe, 
For when in Liverpool, it came a peace. 
'Midft bufy crouds, content to live unknown, 
I lov'd my God, but not my God alone. 

As in a Dublin trader then I fail'd, 
Tho' I fhunn'd fin, temptation oft prevail'd ; 
I'd left my family for fev'ral years, 
Till one of them in Liverpool appears ; 
It feems that nothing to my heart could reach, 
While there I heard my brother Henry preach ■$ 
I did not know 't was him when he begun ; 
He faid, " The Father had another fon ; 
This fon he had in a far country been, 
And many fcenes of hardfhip he had feen ; 
But then he did his fins and folly mourn, 
And faid, he to his father would return." 
Altho' he did not know to me he fpoke, 
It was appiy'd ; my heart was almoft broke. 
He preach'd one Sunday, at Mount Pleafant Hill, 
I went to hear but did not know him ftill ; 
But as I went on board when h£ had done, 
I heard them fay his name was Anderfon ; 
I foon found out that it muft be the fame, 
He came from Kilham, Henry was his name ; 
To own him then my pride did me prevent, 
Confcience accus'd me, but to fea I went. 
I told this to a friend I went to fee, 
And fhe was more affected far than me ; 
Thoughts of a brother made her burft in tears, 
Of whom {he had not heard for many years ; 



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When I in her fuch tendernefs did fee, 

'T was then I thought how hard my heart mull be * 

I have a mother and a fitter too, 

She faid, I feel for them, you mull: write now. 

By her perfuaded, I could not refrain, 

Their friendly anfwers brought me home again ; 

They all were glad the prodigal to fee, 

And fome of them rejoiced over me. 

In fin and folly I much time have fpent, 
Thefe twenty years, fince rlrft, to fea I went ; 
Sometimes I in the paths of virtue trod, 
But found I loved pleafure more than God ; 
And while my mind was thus on pleafure bent, 
The fabbath-day was often idly fpent ; 
Plays and romances did my fenfes pleafe, 
And then I thought there was no harm in thefe : 
Sailors, beware of this inchanted ground, 
'T was there my deep depravity I found ; 
The foe within found out my weaker part, 
. Reafon gave way, and pleafure won my heart ; 
■Moft other worldly pleafures I had prov'd, 
Againft. them flood iuperior and unmov'd ; 
'Mongft women nature fail'd, and fhew'd my heart, 
Againft their charms, this was my weakefl part. 
Shall I difTemble ? No, thefe lines fincere, 
Paint but too glaring, and explain too clear. 
In vain amufements, feafting, drefs, and play, 
Amongft the rich I pafVd my time away ; 
Of worldly happinefs did idly dream, 
Floating along, was driven with the ftream, 
Till God o'er me h> chaft'ning rod did make, 
Then I began out of my fleep to wake ; 
His goodnefs would not lei the captive go, 
His love forbade my happinefs below ; 
My humble mufe glows with a facred flame, 
While I exalt my great Redeemer's name j 
Let thofe who can more juftly win the bays, 
I 'Jl feek my brother's good, and Maker's praife z 

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Altho* proud finners mock at what I fay, 
Yet will I ftill the love of God difplay ; 
The world's contempt but makes its value rife 
In my efteem, who all things elfe defpife ; 
The blood of Chrift a ftrong diflblvent is, 
'T is this the heart can melt, and only this ; 
His word, his love, and his kind look divine, 
Can break the hardeft heart, for it broke mine, 
Preferv'd from dangers on the land and main, 
I live to fee my native home again ; 
My friends had long fuppos'd me dead or drown'd, 
But now the dead's alive, the loft is found. 
In vain amufements now no charms I fee, 
Since I found Chrift, he's all in all to me. 
When on the feas I'm toft about and hurl'd, 
My inward peace is more than all the world : 
For what are all the joys this world can give — - 
When fit to die, we 're only fit to live. 
Now I the works of God can better fcan, 
And better tafte the good defign'd for man ; 
When we enjoy that love that cafts out fear, 
*T is only then we can be happy here. 



BOOK III. 

SPRING up, my mufe, once more in humble ftyle* 
And on me may poetic genius fmile, 
And follow me thro' ev'ry ftep I tread, 
While I defcribe thefe fcenes round Flambro' Head 5 
And while inchanting profpedls round I fee, 
Lord, give me grace to lift my heart to thee. 

One morn, at three o'clock, or little more, 
I went from Flambro' Dikes to the north fhore ; 
The weather fine, 't was in the month of May, 
Viewing thofe fcenes, I fpent a pleafant day : 
And there I faw the fifh-market begun, 
Numbers of fifhing boats on {hore had run ; 



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Large fifh they threw in fcores upon the beach, 

Spread on the fand, and where the waves can't reach * 

One values it, if that he cannot get. 

He lowers it, the buyer cries out, Hett : 

As it is quick difpatch which they all wifh, 

Another in the boat fells the fmall fifh : 

To get foon done, who would not think it right;. 

That had been out both wet and cold all night. 

They but juft fpeak, they pay no money down, 

I never faw bus'nefs difpatch'd fo foon : 

The boats haul'd up, the waves may rage and foam 4 

Their work is done, the fifhermen go home : 

Some of them are content as heart could wifh, 

They reft all day, and all the night they fifh. 

I faw the fifh pack'd up, both great and fmall, 

Then went to fee a cave call'd the Life Hole ; 

There at the entrance {truck with awe and dread 5> 

I faw the ragged rocks hang o'er my head ; 

Trembling I went, then all was dark before, 

I heard within the foaming billows roar ; 

The winding paflage ftill was dark as night, 

But fuddenly within appear'd a light. 

"When from the grave we into glory rife. 

Then we mult feel agreeable furprife : 

There I felt fomething iimilar to this, 

Jufc like a profpecl of eternal blifs : 

The light burft in, and foon difpers'd all dread, 

A vaulted arch appeared o'er my head : 

Then I faw through, as by an open door, 

Under my feet feem'd a white marble floor : 

I felt as into Paradife reftor'd, 

I dropp'd upon my knees to praife the Lord % 

The vaulted arch re-echoed the found ; 

This place a palace was, tho' under ground \ 

It fhews the awful majefty of God, 

Who but juft fpoke, and form'd it by a word. 

On the cliff top I went when I came out, 

And nothing there but thrift grows round about. 



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What a romantic fcene beneath it lies, 

I faw thoufands of birds and heard their cries. 

How far I've fail'd, what countries travei'd o'ver*, 

Since I did ftand upon this cliff before : 

At Buckton I my father's flock did keep, 

And I came here after fome wild Jock fheep, 

Bred on the moors, nor walls nor hedges hold, 

Not us'd to be confin'd in fields or fold : 

I durft not follow them fo near the clifF, 

So I went back and left them there adrift. 

Not fo my Saviour ; where fhould I now be, 

If the good Shepherd had not followed me ? 

I look'd with wond'ring eyes on ev'ry fide, 

As on a narrow ridge I fat aftride j 

Near fixty fathoms high above the main, 

This fcene it once would quite have turn'd my brain t 

While fitting there, the rocks, the fea, the birds* 

Much contemplation to my mind affords ; 

Thofe high and rocky cliffs they fhelter give, 

And birds breed there that on the ocean live : 

Tho' from the water they rife up fo high, 

Yet when they get on land they cannot fly ; 

Like flying fifh which I have often met, 

They can't fly up but while their wings are wet, 

By this unto their element confin'd, 

Like ail things elfe, anfwer the end defign'd : 

Here parrots, fcoots, gulls, petrals, make their haunts* 

Hawks, pies, and pigeons, crows, and cormorants y 

The rocks below o'er which the tide does flow, 

There bait for fifh, wilks, flithers, covins grow * 

We fee the providential plan difplay'd, 

'Tis for the good of man that all are made •, 

There the fmooth fea a pleafing fight affords, 

Spread o'er with boats and fhips, and fwarms of birds. 

How many of my fhipmates now are dead, 
Since the firft time I fail'd paft Flambro' Head : 
When I confider what I have deferv'd, 
? Tis mercy all that I have been preferv'd * 



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Juft like a pinnacle that here I fee, 
It (lands alone furrounded by the Tea 5 
The rolling waves a conftant war does wage, 
But yet it ftill defies their utmoft rage, 
Tho' fweliing high againft its foot they beat, 
And dafh with violence — then again retreat ; 
They break then" r - :s, /but it abides their fhock, 
And when their rage is fpent, there ftands the rock* 
It ftands to ihew the power of God defign'd, 
While waves the folid cliff has undermin'cL 
My mind was ftill in meditation loft, 
As I went on to view the fignal poft ; 
Likewife the curious fignals that they ufe, 
And a high tow'r which once was a light-houfe } 
From Burg, a fort, and from this light, a flame. 
This ancient town at firft did take its name 5 
Built by the Danes, their ftrongeft fort was here, 
Which by the dikes and caftle does appear ; 
From hence intrenchments o'er the hills we trace, 
This light was kept that fhips might find the place, 
' By this high tow'r to know it in die day, 
The place they landed was Burlington Bay 5 
And there whole fleets could fafe at anchor ride, 
Shelter'd by fands and cliffs from wind and tide. 
And here the Danifh dialect prevails, 
More than elfewhere in England, Scotland, Wales 5 
" Git the gene heame, fteek'cWhaver leher deer," 
Thefe in their common language ftill appear. 
Oft in the night I careful hove the lead, 
As we our courfe did fteer paft Flambro' Head $ 
Thick weather, when afraid to come too nigh, 
Then we obferv'd which way the birds did fly. 
When at a diftance, and no land in fight, 
The birds our pilots, they direct us right. 
As I faii'd paft one fine and pleafant day, 
When I uad been for many years away ; 
And as I vvalk'd the deck, and plow'd the dee'pj. 
Viewing the hills where I oft tended ihej^g 
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Ready to cry, as by them fwift we paft^ 

Why was my lot upon the ocean caft I 

A profpeft of the caftle, town, and mill, 

I had from off the top of Beacon Hill ; 

Its ancient ftrength it there my fancy ftrikes^ 

The cliffs {o high, and fortify'd by dikes : 

All round the Head I view'cNthe ocean wide* 

Burlington Bay, where fhips at anchor ride ; 

Likewife the flapping lying in Key pier, 

The country round delightful did appear. 

When to the Weitward there I turn my eyes, 

And on the hills fee large plantations rife ; 

In Holdernefs, where ftagnant waters flood, 

Now drains are cut, they feek their native flood* 

There fhaking bogs were dangerous to pafs, 

Where nought but rufhes grew and fedgy grafs ; 

For rotting fheep thofe places were well known, 

They now are dry, and cloath'd with fmiling corn >, 

May they go on to dry each bog and car, 

And leave no ftagnant pool but Hornfey Mar *. 

Many go there to fifh for pleafure's fake, 

But they muft always pay for what they take ; 

When caught, they weigh it at the New Inn door, 

The money it is given to the poor. 

This lake is two miles long, and one mile broad, 

And both with fifh and fowl it is well ftor'd \ 

And in the midft of it an ifland lies, 

Where fea birds breed, for miles you hear their crie& 

I went there in a boat, one morn in fpring, 

The cries around me made my, ears to ring ; 

Thoufands of birds were flying round my head, 

So many nefts that clear I could not tread, 

Without breaking their eggs, in vain to drive, 

And with young birds, the weeds feem'd all alive ; 

The old ones cry'd Begone, they feem'd to fay, 

And flew clofe at me as I went away ; 

The fwans fo ftateiy held their heads fo high* 

They too did hifs me as 1 pafs'd them' by *, 



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'fhey flapp'd their wings, and at me they did ftare,- 
And feem'd to fay, What bus'nefs had you there ? 
I never faw, in countries I've gone o'er, 
So many in fo fmali a fpot before. 

Since I came home, as I this country view, 
The towns, the fields, now ev'ry thing looks new 5. 
The old thatch'd cottages have ta'en their flight, 
And new tii'd houfes now appear in fight ; 
And for a quiet, warm, and fnug retreat, 
Wold cottage is allow'd the moil compleat \ 
Own'd by a man of literary fame, 
And captain Topham is his common name. 
There art and nature both unite their fmiles % 
This from my mother's houfe is not five miles* 
A monument ftands there for all to view, 
Of the moil curious thing I ever knew : 
A ftone is kept which fell down from above, 
And ferves the wond'rous pow'r of God to prove 5 
In ninety-five it fell down en the ground, 
Length fifteen inches, weight fifty-fix pound , 
It funk into the ground and piere'd a rock, 
The people in Woldnewton felt the fhock : 
Two perfons faw it when it ftruck the ground, 
And the report was heard for ten miles round r 
'Twas {een to fraoke, was hot when firft it fell. 
But where it came from no one yet can tell : 
Wond'rous the caufe, and frcitlefs to enquire 3 
Our wifefl part is humbly to admire : 
Beyond all human reafon to explode, 
It ought to teach us all to fear the Lord : 
What elfe is worth our care but him to pleafe, 
Who can command fuch miracles as thefe. 

As I look'd round, my wond'ring eye beholds, 
The vaft improvements on the YorkiKire Wolds : 
In the Dale towns, their management at beft, 
It feem'd a hundred years behind the reft ; 
Some little farms were fpread o'er many a mile, 
To fee their management, would make you fmile % 



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Fve feen them plowing with a cow and afs^ 

And harrows driven by the fervant lafs j 

Manure on little heaps they us'd to lay, 

Near to the town, few got it far away ; 

Out of the wet famvyard they did it draw, 

It lay and dry'd till it was juft like flraw ; 

And when fpread out, it was fo full of feeds, 

Inftead of corn, it only grew more weeds. 

In fallow fields, a crop of thirties grew, 

Their downy feeds about the country flew ; 

In vain, from fcab, their flocks fome try to keep> 

They oft were fmitten by their neighbour's fheep f 

How chang'd, fince the laft time I came that w^y, 

No hedges then, the fields all open lay ; 

Now roads are chang'd, houfes built in the field, 

All new inclos'd, as far as Whinmore Bield ; 

Old Swarth is now turn'd into tillage land, 

And a new courfe of hufbandry is plann'd ; 

Their common method is- to pare and burn, 

And there the ling and whins are almoft gone;. 

On Shirburn brow, I view the country o'er, 

And a vafbprofpec^ opens out before ; 

Looking- due north, I fee the high Moor Hills, 

And the Low Lands the fruitful valley fills, 

Where turf was cut, they now have cut a drain, 

The flowing car is - now a fertile plain : 

On barren hills fcarce ought but flints and ftones, 

A few fhort whins, and ftrew'd with dead fheep's bones 

On thofe cold hills now large plantations rife, 

And blooming cinque-foil there delight your eyes : 

But when the town of Kilham firfr. 1 faw, 

The walls were moftly clay, and thatch' d with ftraw j. 

What alterations in a little while ! 

The houfes now are moftly brick and tile : 

They've built a poor-houfe, and alargnew mill, 

A/id cut away How, Butt, and Butcher Hill ; 

Befi-.les improvement hich the town does yields 

We fee new ho about the field *, 



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Half of their lands lay wafte, fo poor laid down* 

They could not get manure fo far from town ; 

A different view we fee at the town end, 

Where boys they us'd the ^ee£e and pigs to tend : 

You faw the green fpread o'er with geefe and feathery 

And cattle then confin'd with ftakes and tethers : 

The corn deftroy'd all round the town you faw, 

And for fome diftance nothing left but ilraw. 

Since 't was inclos'd but two and thirty years, 

The ground is much improv'd, it now appears 3 

The fpringing corn which oft has blafted been, 

By frofty winds, fo cold, fo fharp and keen, 

Now fhelter'd is, no more the ftcrm need dread*. 

But cheerful lift its little drooping head ; 

The cattle they no fhelter then could find, 

Except in dales where fun fcarce ever fhin'd : 

Screen'd by the trees, now in the fhade can lay s 

On hills find fhelter in a ftormy day ; 

The fheep that oft were loft in drifts of fnow, 

Shepherds to find them knew not where to go 5 

When drifted now, can eafily be found, 

The fences keep them on their owner's ground., 

In harveft when it came a windy day, 

The fheaves and peas reaps oft were blown away j 

Mixt, and againft fbme balk or hill were blown, 

The farmers then they could not know there own fc 

Some then would take advantage of the reft, 

At fuch a time the ftrongeft man far'd beft ; 

This caus'd difputes which they could not prevent* 

Some fufFring lols, were forc'd to be content *, 

Neighbor 'gainft neighbor had perpetual jars, 

Town againft town were conftantly at wars ; 

He who fo rafh as for his friend durft plead,. 

Was like to get a blow or broken head j 

They feldom then did to the lawyer go, 

Difputes were moftly fettled by club-law : 

Then after church upon the fabbath-day, 

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The only prize they could expect to win,. 
Was to get broken leg or broken fhin. 
But as to morals, now, by faving grace, 
The people are improv'd as well as place $ 
On Sundays now iriitead of foot-ball play, 
You fee them meet together now to pray *, 
Some for amufement, that defpife their name, 
Yet come to hear, difturb them, and make game 
Tho' they have gone to fchool without difpute, 
They're unrefm'd, fcarce rais'd' above the brute 5 
Altho' the gofpel light fo clear has fhin'd, 
Yet many ilill are ignorant and blind ; 
While fome that are without fchool education. 
Have put on Chrift, are wife unto falvation. 
Our learning all will prove a wild goofe chafe* 
Except we come into the fchool of grace. 



BOOK IV. 

OBSERVATIONS ON THE TOWN OF LIVERPOOL 

YE Landfmen, llften to the tale I tell, 
And failors, you can under ftand it well ; 
A leifure hour is all that I can claim, 
Your kind applaufe to me is more than fame ; 
Howe'er unfkill'd in verfe, my mule may prove^, 
The motive of my lays is chriftian love j 
Defign'd, if poilible, t' imprefs a fenfe, 
A reverential awe of Providence ; 
Who truft in God, and on him conflant Call, 
They fafely ftand, when many others fall : 
At fea or land, or whereibe'er they are, 
Still are the righteous God's peculiar care ; 
And from their heads a hair can never fall* 
Unleis permitted by the Lord of all. 



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Sav'd from all dangers, on the raging main, 
Once more I fee my native land again : 
My friends they hear our fhip is come in fight, 
The fignals hoift, they view it with delight ; 
Rejoice that foon we fhall each other fee, 
For they have oft been looking out for me. 
What gratitude I feel to Heav'n above ; 
Once more I fhall embrace the friends I love : 
My pulfe beats high, the town appears in view, 
I feel a pleafure landfmen never knew. 

Help me to paint, let genius guide the tool, 
While I a picture draw of Liverpool ; 
Profpective mufe, attend my willing hands, 
To fhew the beauties that this view commands : — 
Here rife the noble buildings, great and fmall, 
The 'Change and Churches overlook them all ; 
The fmoke in columns rifes in the wind, 
Darkens the air, and leaves a veil behind ; 
Rifing from forges, and from facTries new ; 
The wind-mills on the hills next ftrike your view ; 
If they have wind, you fee them night and morn, 
Kv,^ turning round to grind the people corn. 
When on the fhipping here we caft our eyes, 
We fee 'midft buildings woods of mails arife j 
Likewife the fhips that in the river lie, 
And boats acrofs it as they conflant ply ; 
When on the ocean we begin to look, 
The river then feems like a little brook : 
We fee the fhipping coming in from far, 
And others going out, prepar'd for war. 
The wind comes fair, then brooking no delay* 
They at high water, foon get under way $ 
Each wifhing to be firfr, they eager try, 
And evVy fail unto the wind apply ; 
'T is not enough that failors rifk their lives, 
But they muft leave their fweethearts and their wives 
The boatman calls, he's waiting along fide — 
Muft we be parted ? fays a new-made bride \ 



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Torn from the joys, the honey-moon affords, 
Her looks exprefs her feelings more than words % 
Her hufband fays, my abfence do not mourn, 
Thefe happy days again will foon return, 
And while he flops to take the laft embrace, 
The pilot calls him to attend the brace ; 
They hand her down the. fide, all bath'din tears, 
She waves her hand, the failors give three cheers j 
-She fees them crowd along the Chefhire more ; 
When round the rock, fhe fees the fhip no more ! 
Thro' the rock channel, fafe the pilot fleers, 
Hard by the fands, which white with furf appears ; 
And there the dang'rous banks flretch'd far and wide 4 
More dang'rous render'd by the rapid tide ; 
The leadfman chearly tells the depth along, 
While the whole fhip's refponfive to his fong ; 
When pafl the buoys, and clear of ev'ry fand, 
With a fine breeze, they leave the lefs'ning land, 
With rials fet, and flunfails on each fide, 
Fearlefs they flretch acrofs the ocean wide. 
As on the fea my eyes are fixed {till, 
A flag is hoifl on top of Bidflon Hill ;, 
A fignal for a fhip that's homeward bound — 
She proves a prize worth twenty thouf and pound ; 
The bells they ring, the fhip ihe comes in fight, 
And crowds of people view her with delight. 
My brother failors all who fhare this prize. 
Spend not like fools, nor good advice defpife ; 
-Nor idly fquander round the tavern fires, 
The money your own family requires ; 
At home, you may have a domeftic feafl, 
But don't get drunk, and make yourfelf a beaft : 
Behold the man addicted to this crime, 
What lofs fuftain'd of health, wealth, peace, and .time; 
How far beneath the brute, how bafe his fall, 
You would not think him rational at all. 
Through drunkennefs, what horrid fcenes appear, 
In Dublin, when I was a Volunteer •, 



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Rebels broke through divine and human laws, 

And moft allow that whifkey was the caufe ; 

Intoxicated, numbers then did fall, 

Many for mercy had not time to call j 

Some were blafpheming with their lateft breath ; 

The Lord preferve us all from fuch a death ! 

Some, when abroad, difgrace the Britifh name— * 

A drunken Englifh feaman, what a fhame ! 

Whofe character's fo far above the reft, 

Yet they when drunk are every body's jeft. 

Now by a brother failor, be advis'd, 

Rife from your fall, and be no more defpis'd ; 

You who have gain'd your country fo much fame. 

That all the world may ftill refpect the name ; 

For Britifh feamen, that have fober prov'd, 

In foreign parts are much efteem'd and lov'd. 

When juft come home, and free from care and ftrife, 

I fee a failor, and his loving wife ; 

To fee a child fit fmiiing on his knee, 

This always was a pleafing fight to me ; 

Delightful fcene, when two congenial minds, 

Whom nature pairs, and lawful marriage binds ; 

When kind affection feeds the kindled flame, 

And friendfhip yields but to a dearer name ; 

Their fair example muff at once infpire, 

A wifh to copy what all muff admire. 

Go not 'mongft harlots, fhun the fatal fnare, 

Flee from thofe ftews infectious, come not there § 

Nor wound your bodies, nor your fouls debafe, 

Nor rifk damnation for a (hatch 'd embrace. 

A captain S 1, that I knew right well, 

Who left his wife, and went to a brothel -, 
Next day, his body was a (hocking fight, 
Half of it burnt ; the houfe took tire that night , 
This is a fact, well known at Biilingfgate, 
His brother there could prove what 1 relate. 
Debauchery has fuch a frightful mein, 
That to be hated, needs but to be feen. 
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Low and indelicate muft be their tafte, 

Who in brothels, their time and money wafte ; 

Dead to thofe nobler paffions, whence proceed 

The lib'ral fentiment and gen'rous deed 5 

For women, higher let your love afpire, 

Beyond the bounds of brutal, bafe defire ; 

Friendfhip and love are pleafures more refin'd, 

To thofe who tafte the banquet of the mind. 

Altho' with women I have ipent much time, 

A broken vow was never yet my crime : 

That man who tries to gain the female heart, 

Then fails, and plays the worthlefs trirler's part ; 

Does firft their kindnefs and affection prove, 

And then defpifes all he ought to love ; 

Beading their weaknefs, then, his flrength to fhew. 

In mercy fpare the bafe unmanly blow ; 

Who robs a woman of her peace of mind, 

Should be defpifed by all female kind : 

O that each heart that female charms allure, 

Were honeft, generous, undifguis'd, and pure, 

Ye failors, don't deceive the innocent, 

Nor talk of love without a pure intent, 

But fhun thofe jilts who bear as fair a name, 

Yet try all arts your paflions to inflame j 

Forbear to toy, or glance, or wifhful gaze 

Beneath the lawn which on the bofom plays ; 

Fine drefs and wanton geftures they difplay, 

For which they make fome foolifh failors pay •> 

Perfuade to treat them both to play and ball — 

Sailors are gen'rous, they muft pay for all ; 

Your money is their object all the while, 

Until its fpent, deceive you with a fmile ; 

But then defpife the men by which they live j 

Avoid them then, 'tis nobler far to give. 

Let others take their girls and flowing bowls, 

But let them fee that you have nobler fouls *, 

Let gratitude to God by works difplay 

The obligations under which you lay ; 



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And let the poor and wretched fhare a part , 
Shew that a feaman has a feeling heart j 
Confider thole who are oblig'd to beg, 
Xnftead of gold have got a wooden leg ; 
Condemn'd to fuffer {corn, neglect, difgrace. 
Remember that it might have been your cafe 3 
They too for fortune's favours once did look, 
But ihe has jilted them and quite forfook : 
The only favour fhe beflow'd was this — 
Marry'd them to her elded daughter Mifs. 
To riches happinefs is not confin'd, 
For they can never eafe a troubled mind ; 
When the world fmiles on us the moft of all, 
We are in danger of the greateft fall -, 
The poor itfeems are in the fafefc place, 
But rich or poor may all be rich in grace. 

May all who fee God's wonders on the deep. 
His mercies ftill in their remembrance keep ; 
And when on fhore tell of his wond'rous ways, 
And let your joyful forsgs be fongs of praife : 
And you who oft did biaft your eyes and limbs, 
Now worfhip God in iinging pfalms and hymns 5 
The judgments which you did on others call, 
Pray that on your own heads they may not fall : 
That you may not be an example made, 

Like poor Jack D d in the Irifh trade ; 

At Mrs. C n's, New-Bird Street, he dy'd, 

There of the truth you may be fatisfy'd : 
Then many of the neighbours heard his cries, 
And heard him blaft his precious limbs and eyes : 
His legs and arms turn'd black and rnortify'd, 
And he was blind a week before he dy'd ; 
His eyes were fweli'd fo iliocking to behold, 
The fight it terrify'd both young and old ; 
All heard his cries that by the houfe did pafs, 
His groans were like the braying of an afs ; 
This awful judgment happen'd, many know. 
In Liverpool, but eighteen months ago. 



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? T is ftrange that men fo much indulg'd by Heav'n^ 

To fwearing fhould habitually be giv'n ; 

He who preferves you on the wat'ry main, 

Dare you {till take his facred name in vain ? 

Can blafphemy, which muft your fouls o'erwhelm,. 

Affift to work the fhip or guide the helm ? 

While deeds unmatch'd your dauntlefs courage tell,. 

Forbear to ufe this dialect of hell : 

6i Maintain your rank, vulgarity defpife, 

To fwear is neither brave, polite, nor wife.'' 

We fee a Guinea fhip come round the rock, 
The people run to fee her come in dock ; 
The anchor gone, fhe fwings at the pier-head, 
Some perfon hails, and alks how many's dead I 
Of what went out, 'tis awful to reflect, 
If half come back, they don't much more expec~t t 
While looking round for faeces that he knew, 
The fhip-keeper oft finds but very few : 
O what a fatal thing this Guinea trade, 
How many die, how few are failors made \ 
Can Chriftians join in fuch a trade as this I 
'T is not the way to gain eternal blifs : 
The cruelties which they commit on board, 
Will come to light when all fhali be reftor'd % 
Of thefe poor negroes they again may hear, 
When at the day of judgment all appear : 
For worldly riches men their fouls have fold, 
Barter'd eternal life for curfed gold. 
Yes, they may love their pleafures and their pelf, 
But can they love their neighbour as their felf ? 
Too hard for them, therefore they never try, 
To do to all as they would be done by. 
Who deal in flaves, they muft have hearts like fteeh 
All tender hearts for fuif'ring negroes feel. 
Ye Britons, who of liberty can boaft, 
Are you become flave-merchants on the coaft ? 
You who. for liberty fo boldly fland, 
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All Englishmen who have a fenfe of fhame, 
Malt feel indignant at the very name. 

may I always, while I hold my pen, 
Feel for poor negroes as my fellow men ; 

I've feen their fuff'rings, and fhiuld I be dumb, 

1 might be punifh'd in the world to come. 

Leaving this trade which is fuch a difgrace, 
Again I view the beauties of the place : 
Mount Pleafant Hill does a fine profpecl: fhewy 
There I can calmly view the town below j 
Moll men are bufy how to get or fpend, 
Few of them think upon their latter end ; 
Some merchants they no leifure time can find, 
But make excufe, they muft their bus'nefs mind ; 
For news rooms, they neglect the church, and iho\$ 
Their mind is fix'd upon the things below j 
And on a Sunday, if the day is fine, 
Then they muft in the country go to dine : 
The tradefman likewife, he himfelf can clear 3 
He can't get time, for he's a volunteer j 
On Sundays he muft learn his exercife, 
He can't get time to feek the heav'nly prize ) 
Death to this anfwer no refpect will fhow, 
" I can't get time, I 'm bufy here below." 
The worldly-minded ftudy to get rich, 
And love of pleafure many does bewitch ; 
Amongft the reft, at this vaft bufy place, 
A few are found who run the heav'nly race ; 
Some happy fouls are in this town, who prove,, 
That their new hearts are fix'd on things above : 
Some who were flaves to fin, but now, behold, 
They grow in grace, as they in years grow old j 
Ah, what a change ! the (inner now relents, 
And of his fins fricerely he repents ; 
All ftand aftonifh'd when they do him view, 
Is this the man, they fay, that once we knew ? 
" The mm that once fang madly, danc'd and laugh'dj 
And drunk in. dizzy madnefs with his draught. 



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Has wept a filent flood, revers'd his waysj 
Is fober, chafte, benevolent, and prays ; " 
He knows that Jefus bought him with his blood. 
And bold he ftands confefs'd a child of God, 
Such ftriking wonders of redeeming grace, 
Have many times been witnefs'd in this places 

BOOK V. 

AN ELEGY, WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF THE AU- 
THOR'S MOTHER. 

ALTHO' this theme may not give much delight, 
A fubject great engages me to write : — 
A loving mother, taken from our fight, 
Remov'd from us, to dwell with faints in light ; 
In midft of troubles, ficknefs, and much pain, 
She teftify'd that fhe was born again ; 
And patient waited, willing to depart, 
'T was plain to fee that grace had chang'd her heart ; 
To fave the loft, fhe knew the Saviour came, 
And with her lateft breath fhe lifp'd his name ; 
She cry'd out Jeius, quickly come away ; 
Jefus — was the laft word we heard her fay ; 
"While feven of her children, round her bed, 
Were on their knees, her happy fpirit fled ; 
She feem'd to fmile on death and troubles pad, 
Then calmly fell afleep, and Kflept her laft. 
One of her fons, tho in another clime — 
He thought he faw her at that very time ; 
He offered her a kifs — fhe never fpoke, 
But fmil'd on him — then vanifh'd — he awoke ; 
Tho' much aftonifh'd, yet he felt no dread, 
But from that time he fancy'd fhe was dead ; 
He told his fhip -mates, but they laugh'd at him. 
And faid, 't was but a dream, an idle whim \ 



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But when a letter came, and it proved true, 

His fhip-mates then were much aftonifh'd too a 

We fee what love for children mothers have. 

In her, it feem'd to reach beyond the grave ;. 

Five fons fhe had at fea, for many years, 

And often they have coft her many tears ; 

She who could fcarcely bear them out of light, 

What muft {he feel when they forgot to write X 

G that each carelefs prodigal like me, 

May now his duty to his parents fee : 

Duty compels me for fuch love and pains, 

To pay a tribute to her laft remains ; 

While feven children follow her along, 

They join together in a mournful fong ; 

They mix their tears, with forrow fympathize— ■ 

There not a ftranger, but a mother lies ! 

Some will remember to their dying day, 

With what reluctancy they came away, 

From yonder ipot, where now her body lies, 

With folemn fteps, and with heart rending cries ^ 

Viewing their graves, unto our minds recall, 

A father's death, a brother's early fall : 

We cannot ioon forget this folemn hour, 

But time thefe ftrong impreffions does devour, 

May this occasion fpeak to ev'ry heart, 

Prepare yourfelves, you likewiie muft depart ; 

Depart for ever from this mortal life, 

Your deareft friendfliips, children, father, wife* 

Let all attend this lefTon to improve, 

And learn their ftate before they hence remove 5 

And wifdom gain from ficknefs, death, the gravej 

And fly to Jefus's blood, their fouls to fave \ 

They who believe in him, altho' they die, 

For ever reign enthron'd above the iky, 

For fev'nty-three revolving tedious years, 
My father fojourn'd in this vale of tears ; 
His toil and care to farming was apply'd, 
In which fimplicity he liv'd and dy'd ; 
His bus'nefs profper'd, Providence prov'd kind^. 



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To the large family he left behind ; 

May they amongft the poor be kind and free, 

And imitate his hofpitality? 

Liften ye proud, be this to mifers told ; 

That gen'rous fouls can fcorn their wretched gold » 

That doing good to them a pleafure yields, 

Unknown to honour's flaves in bloody fields ; 

They live content, amidft domefKc joys, 

And fcorn the world with all its glitt'ring toys ; 

He liv'd from noife of war, and danger free. 

And dy'd in peace amidit his family ; 

Blefs'd with a num'rous offspring, his delight, 

Of females two, of males, the number eight 5 

The eldeft firft abandon'd hufbandry, 

And he has made his fortune on the fea ; 

For twenty years, he plow'd the raging main, 

Has often traded into France and Spain j. 

And out of Hull he many voyages made, 

Had the Britannia in the Hambro' trade. 

The fecond was empioy'd in tending fheep, 

But at eighteen he went to plow the deep j 

And out of London many voyages made, 

Had the Jemima in the Lifbon trade. 

The third left home but with a diff'rent view, 

And other motives led him to purfue, 

To feek the fouls of men by error led, 

Point to that blood which for their fins was flied j 

Tells them like Wefley, Chrift is all they want, 

Now he's a preacher, an itinerant. 

The fourth left home, but till'd the ground the fame, 

He follow'd culture by another name ; 

In gardening empioy'd, as the firft man, 

And Adam's work his genius did fcan ; 

He join'd the Methodiits, took their advice, 

And from his garden looks to Paradife. 

The fifth, a farmer bred, he ftay'd at home, 

Had no cur'ofity abroad to roam. 

The fixth fhe has for Jefus all refign'd, 

And to ferve God her heart is yet inclin'd* 



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The feventh when young, at home he would not ftay s 

But went to fea, was prefs'd and led away ; 

Thro' perils great, his country's caufe to ferve, 

Owes all to God who did his life preferve, 

From raging feas, and dangers greater far, 

When mafter of the Prince at Trafalgar : 

Roufe up my mufe, defcribe with all thy mighty 

The glories and the terrors of that fight : 

The French and Spaniards, when the light begun*. 

Were well prepar'd, did all that could be done ; 

But ail this caution was of no avail, 

Nelson had laid a plan, it fcarce could fail 5 

A Britilh fleet to conquer a proud Don, 

They only want a man to lead them on : 

Come follow me, my boys, was Nelson's cry., 

Determin'd then to conquer or to die.; 

He valu'd honour more than life or limfr, 

To fee them, was to conquer them with him | 

He faid, my flgnals if you cannot fee, 

Make no delay, example take by me ; 

To know your foes, thro' fmoke, or in the dark^, 

Engage them clofe, you cannot mifs your mark ; 

Then he led on, and thro' their line he broke, 

And put them to confuiion, by that ftroke ; 

The Englilh cannon then fo well did play, 

Some of them foon were glad to get away : 

What dreadful havock ! O what icenes were there ? 

Some finking, and fome flying in the air ; 

More than the reft, this calls a damp on all, 

When the^y firft heard of gallant Nelson's fall f- 

We muft fubmit to Him who rules on high, 

The coward and the brave, they all muft die £ 

And he who weather'd out fo many ftorms, 

Alas ! is now become a prey for worms. 

Thefe victories which we rejoice to hear, 

Are dearly bought ; coft many a widow's tear. 

The eighth, fhe is to reading much inclin'd, 

And by that means, has much improv'dher mind* 

Her mother's comfort was her chiefeffc care* 



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In Iier laft iilnefs, fhe was always there. 

May natural religion bind us all, 

For if we have not that, we 've none at all. 

Ninth, for a Lifbon merchant was defign'd, 

There his high fpirit could not be confin'd - % 

It feem'd he brav'd all dangers without fear ? 

When Captain of the Lion, privateer. 

He feems to take up fighting as a trade, 

And mailer in the navy has been made ; 

He guides a fhip, how wicked who can tell ? 

By fome compared to a floating hell ; 

We fee that where temptations moft abound, 

The more extremely wicked men are found j 

But where temptations may not be fo great, 

By nature all are in a loft eftate : 

The ancient pro mile which old Adam view'd*, 

Was made to all the race, in ChriA: renew'd y. 

Thofe therefore are the objects of his love, 

He dy'd, arofe, and reigns for them above j 

His blood to plead, his bleflings to impart, 

And to reveal himfelf to ev'ry heart : 

Some of them fear the Lord, fupport his caufe ;3 

And ihew they have refpect to all his laws : 

They often on the word of God attend, 

And gladly hearken to the fmner's Friend % 

And wonder at his condefcending grace, 

In a£r.s of mercy to the human race. 

The tenth, a farmer was defign'd to be, 

But fince his Father dy'd he went to fea \ 

His ardent bofom panted after fame •, 

He fondly hop'd to fignalize his name 5 

Refolvcl in honour's field to try his fate, 

He enter'd in the Navy, matter's mate : 

But ah ! before his valour it was try'd, 

He broke a blood veffel, came home and dy'd. 

Thefe were his offspring, whom he dearly lov'd^ 

And a kind father to them all he prov'd j 

He gave no caufe for any to fufpecl:, 

That to another he fhew'd more reipecl ; 



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His care and tendernefs for all was fuch, 

The danger lay in loving them too much. 

In all their minds the pow'rs of reafon fhone, 

And well proportion'd all their bodies grown : 

Whenever he upon them caft an eye, 

5 T was caufe of gratitude to the Moft High, 

Now he is gone, and we are left behind, 

To be a curfe or blefnng to mankind ; 

To fill up ftations both by fea and land, 

To be fubordinate, or give command ; 

To rear up families which far may fpread 

The name of Anderfon, when we are dead. 

If juftice, mercy, and a humble heart, 

We moft efteem, and chufe the better part ; 

Then to the world our faith will prove divine, 

And many hearts we may to truth incline. 

If with the greateft privileges bleft, 

We in a ftate of careleffnefs do reft, 

Then God will make his judgments dreadful fhine s 

Refent his injur'd rights of love divine. 

Our parents gone — who next by death may fall 
A facrifice, precarious is to all ! 
We therefore fhould each one this queftion try. 
Upon our hearts, and fay, Lord is it I ? 
We all the debt of nature foon muft pay, 
We fhould begin while it is cali'd to day ; 
And if we wife unto falvation be, 
From guilt and fin we ail may be fet free : 
Death with his fting mall lofe its pointed dart. 
And glorious profpects gladden ev'ry heart : 
Of faith pofTels'd in the Redeemer's blood, 
Our bodies made a temple, meet for God ; 
Our commerce with the world we then may drop. 
And lay our bodies down in cheerful hope, 
That one day he will raife them from the dead, 
And make them like to Chrift, our living Head i, 
The f object of our happy theme fhall be — 
Redeeming fove 9 to all eternity ! 



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EXPERIENCE. 
y« r-|^HEY that in fhips with courage bold," 
| Thro' ftorms and dangers, wet and cold, 
At night while landfmen ileep j 
w O'er fwelling waves their way purfue," 
The mighty works of God they view — ■ 
His wonders in the deep ! 

How oft the Lord did call to me, 
In dangers both on land and fea, 

And warn'd from fin to part ; 
He try'd me with profperity, 
And likewife by adveriity, 

Thefe did not change my heart. 

When fortune fmil'd, and fill'd my breaft 
With dreams of creature happinefs, 

This feem'd a pleafant road j 
More I enjoy'd of worldly wealth, 
Of friends, of pleafure, and of health, 

The more I ran from God. 

When death it ftar'd me in the face, 
I thought that hell muft be my place, 

I was not fit to die ; 
I promis'd, if my life was fpar'd, 
That I would ftrive to be prepar'd, 

And from temptation fly. 

In my own ftrength in vain I drove, 
But wanting power from above, 

I could not conquer fin ; 
Tho' outwardly I did it fhun, 
Yet from myfelf I could not run, 

I felt it dwell within. 

How clear the love of God did fliew, 
Led by a way I did not know, 

Where he deiign'd to blefs : 
When mod I felt the want of grace, 
Then Jefus fliew'd his fmiling face, 

And to my foul fpcke peace* 



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I go to fea at his command, 

And tell-when 1 come on the land, 

The wonders of his love ; 
Now fafe in Chrift the ark I fail, 
I know his promife will not fail, 

But land me fafe above. 

END OF 



ON GOD y s EVERLASTING LOVE. 



o 



TAKE away the (lone, 
Jefu', the bar remove, 
Th' accurfed thing to me unknown, 
That ftops thy dreaming love *. 
Thy grace is always free, 
Thou waiteft to be good, 
And ftill thy Spirit grieves for me, 
And fpeaks thy iprinkied blood; 

Ah ! do not let me truft 

In gifts and graces paft, 
But lay my fpirit in the duft, 

And flop my mouth at laft. 

What Thou for me haft done, 

I can no longer plead ; 
Thy truth and faithfulnefs I own, 

If now thou ftrike me dead. 

Surely I once believ'd, 
And relt my fins forgiven, 

Thy faithful record I receiv'd, 

That Thou haft purchas'd heaves 
For me, and all mankind, 
Who from their fins would part $ 

The peace of God I once could find, 
The witnefs in my heart. 
E 



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But Toon the fubtle fiend 
Beguil'd my fimple mind, 

Darknefs with light he knew to blend, 
Falfhood and truth he join'd - y 
Pride (he remember'd well) 
Had caft him from the ikies : 

By pride the firft tranfgreflbr fell, 
And loft his paradife. 

Arm'd with this fiery dart, 

The enemy drew nigh, 
And preach'd to my unfettled heart. 

His bold prefumptuous lye : 

" You are fecure of Heaven, 

" (The tempter foftly fays) 
^ You are ekSI, ancbonce forgiven, 

" Can never fall from grace. 

i{ You never can receive 

" The grace of God in vain ; 

" The gift, be Aire, He did not give 
" To take it back again ; 
" He cannot take it back, 
" Whether you ufe, or no 

« His grace ; you cannot fhip wreck make 
" Of faith, or let it go. 

« You never can forget, 

" Your God, or leave Him now, 
« £ Or once look back, if you have fet 

(i Your hand unto the plow : 

" You never can deny 

" The Lord who you hath bought, 
a Nor can your God his Own pafs by, 

is Tho' you receive Him not. 

" God is unchangeable, 
« And therefore fo are you : 
fC And therefore they can never fail, 
i( Who once his goodnefs knew ; 



C SK ] 

« In part perhaps you may, 
" You cannot wholly fall, 
w Cannot become a caft-away, 
« Like non eleEted Paul. 

« Tho' you continue not, 
" Yet God remains the fame, 

« Out of his book He cannot blot 
" Your everlafting name : 
« Cut off you (hall not be, 
« You never fliall remove, 

« Secure from all eternity 
« In his electing Love. 

« If God the feed did fow, 
" He fow'd it not in vain, 

« It cannot to perfection grow, 
" But it muft ftill remain : 
" Nor cares, nor fins can choak 5 
" Or make the grace depart, 

(l Nor can it be by Satan took 
" Out of your carelefs heart. 

" You muft for ever live, 
" If of the chofen race ', 

Xi If God did but one talent give 
4C Of fpecial, faving grace, 
U You cannot bury it ; 
" He never can reprove, 

« Or caft you out into the pit 

" For trampling on his love* 

" God fees in you no fin 5 
" On his decree depend ; 

w You who did in the fprit begin. 
" In flefh can never end : 
" You never can reject, 
" His mercies, or abufe, 

« His great falvation none neglect, 
" And death and evil chufe, 



41 If once the fpirit unclean 

M Out of his houfe is gone, 
** He never more can enter in, 

" Or feize you for his own ; 

« You need not dread the fate 

" Of reprobates accurft, 
Q Or tremble leaft your laft eftate 

« Be worfe than was the firft. 

« Surely the righteous man 
« Can never more draw back, 

& He his own mercies never can 

" With his good works forfake % 
" That he fhould fink to hell 
« In his iniquity 

« God may fuppofe it poffible, 
" But it can never be ! 

" His threatnings all are vain, 

" You fancy him fincere, 
<? But fpare yourfelf the needlefs pai% 

« And caft away your fear. 

« He fpeaks with this intent, 

" To frighten you from ill 
« With fufferings, which he only meant 

« The reprobate mould feel. 

« He only meant to warn 
« The damn'd, devoted race, 

« Back from his ways left they mould turn 
" Who never knew his ways j 
« He only cautions all 
« Who never came to God, 

w Not to depart from God, or fall 
« From grace, who never flood. 

« His threatnings area jeft, 
« Or not defign'd for you ; 
« He only means them for the reft, 
« And they fhall find them true, 



I S3 3 

« Who flight his mercy's call, 
« Which they could ne'er embrace t 
« He warns th' apoftates" not to fall 

<* From common (damning J grace. 

« 'Gainft thofe that faithlefs prove 
" He fhuts his mercy's door, 

*« And whom He never once did love 
" Threatens to love no more ; 
" From them He doth revoke 
«f The grace they did not fhare, 

" And blot the names out of his book 
" That ne'er were written there,? 

" But you may reft fecure, 
" And fafely take your eafe, 

« If you are once in grace, be fure; 
" You always are in grace : 
" Caft all your fears away, 
" My fbn, be of good cheer, 

M Nor mind what Paul or Peter fay, 
" For you muft perfevere. 

« And did they fright the child* 
" And tell it, it might fall ! 

iC Might be of its reward beguil'd, 
« And fin, and forfeit all ! 
u Might to its vomit turn, 
" And wallow in the mire, 

** And perifh in its fins, and burn 
" In everlaffcing fire ! 

cc What naughty men be they 
" To take the children's bread ! 

** Their carnal confidence to flay, 

" And force them to take heed ? 
" With humble ufelefs doubt 
« The fearful babes they fill, 

& CompelPd with trembling to work QVttp 
" Their own falvation ftill, 



C 54 1 

*< Ah poor mifguided foul \ 
" And did they make it weep ! 

# Come let me in my bofom lull 
" Thy forrows all to fleep : 
" Thine eyes in fafety clofe, 
" Secure from all alarms, 

'* And take thine undifturb'd repofe, 
" And reft within my arms. 
" They fhall not vex it fb, 
" By bidding it take heed j. 

rt You need not as a bulrufh go, 

" Still bowing down your head i 
" Your griefs and fears reject^ 
" My other gofpel own, 

rt Only believe yourfelf elcB y 

" And all the work is done.** 

PART II, 

S T was thus the fubtle foe 

Beguil'd my foolifh heart, 
While weak in faith I did not know 

His falfe infnaring art : 

I liften'd to a lye 

"Which nature lik'd fo well, 
Believ'd the foothing fiend, that I 

Could never fall — and fell. 

The tempter now withdrew, 
And left me free from care, 

His own advantage well he knew > 
My foul was in his fnare ; 
Secure, and luli'd in eafe, 
Sin vex'd me now no more, 

My forrows end, my troubles ceafe, 
And all my pangs are o'er. 

Freed from the inward crofs, 
Of all corruption full, 
A prophet of fmooth things I was 
To my own wretched foul j 



C 55 I 

TJhchang'd and unrenew'd, 
Yet ftill I could not fall : 
Daub'd with untemper'd mortar flood 
The tottering whited wall. 

My wound I (lightly heard, 

And quieted my grief, 
With all the falfe anurance fill'd 

Of damning unbelief \ 

One of the happy feci: 

Who feoff at mourners poor, 
That will not dream themfelves elect 

'Till they have made it fure» 

How happier far was I, 
From grief and fcruple free, 
Who could from all conviction fly 
To God's fuppos'd decree \ 

what a fettled, peace, 
What comfort did I prove 

And hug me in my fins, and blefs 5 
His fweet electing love ! 

What if I finn'd fometimeSy 

In this imperfeB flate, 
It was not like the damning crimes 

Of a loft reprobate y 

Sin was not fin in me, 

God doth not blame His Own 9 
Doth not behold Iniquity 

In any Chofen One. 

What if I foully fell, 

1 finally could not : 
His grace is irrefiftible, 

And back I mujl be brought % 
What if in fin I liv'd, 
The firm decree is pair, 
I mujl be at my Death receiv'd*, 
I mujl be fav'd at ia.it. 



C S6 3 

How could my folly dare 
Satan and fin to flight ? 

The judgments of my God were fa$ 
Above out of my light : 
His wrath was not for me, 
And therefore I defied 

Mine enemies, from danger free, 
In felf-electing pride. 

Not all his threatned woes 

My ftubborn heart could move $ 
His threatnings only were for thofe 
• Who never knew his love : 

He cannot take away 

His covenanted grace, 
Tho* I rebel, and difobey, 

And mock him to his face, 

He cannot me pafs by, 
Or utterly reject, 

Or judge his people, or deny- 
To fave his own elect ; 
He fwore to bring me in 
To Heaven ; 'twere perjury 

For God to punifh me for iin, 
For God to pafs by me. 

'Twas thus my wretched heart 
Abus'd his patient Grace, 

Frovok'd his mercy to depart, 
His juftice to take place : 
Unconfcious of its flate, 
In death my foul abode, 

Nor groan'd beneath its guilty weight, 
Nor knew its fall from God. 

I could not be reftor'd, 
By pard'ning grace renew'd, 
While trampling on his written word' 
Self-corfident I ftood ; 



C 57 ] 

He only faves the loft, 
Which I could never be, 
I never could be damn'd, but muft 
Be fav'd by his decree. 

PART IIL 

my offended God, 
If now at laft I fee 

That I have trampled on thy bloody 
And done defpite to Thee \ 
If I begin to wake, 
Out of my deadly fleep, 

Into thy arms of mercy take, 
And there for ever keep. 

1 can no more rely 

On gifts and graces paft, 
Loft, and undone, and damn'd am I, 
I give up all at laft : 
"With guilty fhame I drop 
My bold prefumptuous plea, 
Mercy itfelf may give me up, 
The vile apoftate me. 

I can no longer truft 
In my abufe of grace* 

I own Thee merciful and juft, 
If banifh'd from thy face : 
Tho' once I furely knew, 
And felt my fins forgiven, 

Faithful I own Thee, Lord, and true^ 
If now fliut out from heaven. 

Thro* faith in Jefu's name 
I once was juftified, 

Yet hence no benefit I claim, 
I loft it all by pride : 
More defp'rate is my ftate, 
Farther I am from God, 

Than any hopelefs reprobate, 
Who never felt thy blood* 



L 58 J 

Nothing have I to plead, 

Lord, at thy feet I fall, 
Pour all thy judgments on my head, 

I have deferv'd them all, 

Juftice my life demands j 

Thou art unchangeable, 
Thy covenant unfhaken ftands, 

Tho' I am doom'd to helL 

Nothing for me remains 

But horror and defpair, 
A fearful looking-for of pains 

Too exquifite to bear, 

Judgment and fiery wrath $ 

For I have wilfully 
(Since I receiv'd thy faving faith) 

Apoftatiz'd from Thee. 

Enlighten'd once I was, 

And faw my fins forgiv'n,- 
And tafted of thy pard'ning grace. 

The happinefs of heaven j 

I tafted the good word, 

And, fanctirled in part, 
Receiv'd the promife of my Lord, 

The Spirit into my heart. 

Now I am fallen away, 

And Thou may'ft let me fall 5 
Till ended is my gracious day, 

And I am ftript of all j 

'Till I am void of God, 

'Till all the ftrife is o'er, 
And I can never be renew'd, 

Can never fee Thee more. 

Bujawfi^orbid it, Lord, 
Nor 'rive me from thy face, 
While fel^Qndemn'd and felf-abhorr'dj 
.1 humbly fue for grace ; 



[ 59 3 

For thy own mercy's fake 
My guilty foul releafe, 
And now my pardon give me back. 
And give me back my peace. 

No other right have I 

Than what the world may claim, 
All, all may to their God draw nigh, 

Thro' faith in Jefu's name ; 

Thou all the debt haft paid, 

This is my only plea, 
The cov'nant God in Thee hath made* 

With all mankind, and me. 

Thou haft obtain'd the grace 
That all may turn and live, 

And lo ! thy offer I embrace, 
Thy mercy I receive. 
Whene'er the wicked man 
Turns from his iin to Thee, 

His late repentance is not vain, 
He ihall accepted be. 

Thy death hath bought the power 

For every finful foul, 
That all might know t^c-ir gracious hour, 

And be by faith i.iade whole ; 

Thou haft for tinners died, 

That all might come to God, 
The cov'nant Thou haft ratified, 

And feal'd it with thy blood^j| 

He that believes in Thee, 
And doth to death endure, 

He mall be fav'd eternally, 
The covenant is fure ; 
The mountains fhall give place, ^g 
Thy cov'nant cannot move, XP 

The cov'nant of thy gen'ral grace, ^^ 
Thy ail-redeeming Love. 



«* 



I 66 3 

He that in Thee believes, 

And to the end rerr.ains, 

He everlafting life receives, 
For fo thy will ordains : 
This is the firm decree, 
The ;>rd of thy command, 

Faft as the fon and moon with Thee 
It doth for ever ftand. 

God of all-pard 'ning grace, 
The covnant now I plead, 

The cov'na ;t made with all our race 
In Jei'us Chrift, our head ; 
Canft Thou the grace deny, 
The pardon , hich I claim ? 

O why did the Redeemer die ? 
I afk in Jefu's name. 

Haft thou not f>nt us forth 
His pris'ners from the pit ? 

And do I not to Jefu's worth 
And righteoufhefs lubmit? 
Father, behold thy Son, 
As in my place He flood, 

And hear his dying word, y Tis r 7 r;ie, 
And hear his fpeaki/ j blood. 

It fpeaks me juftined, 
My Father muft forgive r 

He doth ; I feel it now applied, 
My pardon I receive : 
My peace He gives me back, 
My antepaft of heaven, 

And God again for Jefu's fake 
Hath me, ev'n me forgiven* 

FI^IS. 



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